I think this is one of the little psychosis that us Irish often carry, from generations and generations passed down (well, at least the past few hundred years.) The big guilt and fear of leaving burn marks on the furniture if we sin and dont fess up. Who was it that wrote 'First Confession' the short story? That is the sort of mindset I was raised with, and my people were 'Lost Irish' of the South, who were appropriated for the Methodists and such when there were no priests in the backcountry.

I'm not alone in this. Not a few converts (always the ones with Irish backgrounds) are the sort who do such things as show up for confession once or twice a week. Email/Call the priest late at night.. or the classic one: have a computer print out of one's sins for confession (longer than one is tall.) That obsessive enough?